I had two dreams last night. The first was that I was planning a party with two people I knew in HS. One friend, Kim. One foe, Reinhardt. I can't remember why we were together or what we were planning for (probably Thanksgiving given its proximity and Anthony's phone call yesterday). I just know that we went back to Reinhardt's new house and the three of us were planning a dinner party for the next day.
It started off as dinner, then an art exhibition got thrown in. I wasn't sure how people were going to create beautiful works of art to share overnight, but that's what Kim wanted. I was particularly worried about my ability to create something since I also had to go shopping. And when we were coming up with our shopping list, I also became worried about my ability to pay for all of this. I kept saying, "I can't spend more than a couple hundred dollars. I just don't have it."
So dinner and art became wine, snacks, and art. I was going to buy the snacks. I had a list, but then at the end, I decided it would be better to consult the internet what went best with wine. I had Doritos on the original list. They were Nacho Cheese, and cheese does go with wine, but still...
That was pretty much the end of that dream, though I did notice people started showing up for the party before we had even finished planning it. They were all outside on the deck and suddenly I thought the Hip Hop they were probably listening to wasn't appropriate for wine. Suddenly I began searching for classical music.
The next dream began in a hospital. I was Abby from NCIS out with Gibbs and Dinozzo trying to catch the bad guy (which is weird since Abby isn't an agent. She's in the forensics lab). I don't remember who we were trying to catch, I just remember walking into a bathroom where a stall was sprayed almost from floor to ceiling in blood. Then I was going down the stairs carrying my big brown blanket and my dog, Abby (weird, huh?), when I bumped into someone coming up.
I looked at Dinozzo....somehow...through a wall...and he told me the guy was an arsonist, but he wasn't the guy we were looking for so I shouldn't worry about it. As I came out of the stairwell, though, everyone in the pediatric unit was running out screaming about fire. I yelled up to Dinozzo, "The babies! He's in the babies!"
I joined everyone else in a special fire exit stairwell, and we all stood around outside looking for the guy. I was the only one who had gotten a look at him (though we had turned our backs to each other in the stairwell for some reason), so when I spotted him among the nurses, I ran to get someone with a gun. I couldn't find Gibbs or Dinozzo, but I found the balding cop guy from CSI: Miami.
He ran up and shot the guy in the right shoulder. Gibbs yelled at me for not telling him instead of the CSI guy, and I think they all went to subdue the guy. For SOME reason, I decided to take off into the woods then. I ran through fairly thick trees for a while until a came to this snow patch, with yellow in it - supposed to be flowers, and I jumped in there. Supposedly this marked the border to Colorado, and I was free.
Unfortunately, the arsonist was right behind me. Despite my staggering lead, he tracked me and found me pretty quickly. I tried to get away, but somehow I just fell into the tangle of vines and couldn't open my eyes. The arsonist started to tell me how that was the waste of people, among other crazy things, and I fought my way out.
We came to a house in a snowy clearing just past where we were in the trees. It was some sort of daycare. I begged the man not to destroy it. He seemed like he would oblige me until he read some sort of religious sign on the door. Before I could see what happened, I took off again.
I thought maybe if I was more careful this time, he wouldn't be able to track me. Then I realized, who was I kidding? I didn't know where I was, and I was no ghost. Not to mention, I didn't really have a head start this time, so all I had was my speed to try to get away.
I don't know how that ended/would have ended. I started waking up and realized I actually was alone, which made the dream all the more real. I was barely awake, but I think I made the decision to wake myself up more rather than continue being chased in a dream.
I'm sure I could have gone into more detail with these, but there was so much to get down before I forgot. I'd also like to include why all of these things came together, but I'm hungry. Maybe next time...
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